The small boat gradually drifted toward an island across the sea.
Chen Xun's fish basket remained completely empty. When he fished, he apparently never liked using bait.
This island was the Wind Family's residence.
Back then, after Nangong Hueling entrusted them with part of the Garbage Recycling Plant's business, the Wind Family had leaped into the ranks of the Mengmu Great Sea Region's first-rate aristocratic families. Still, their foundation remained far inferior to those top-tier families.
Yet the Wind Family now had three Dao Integration Realm ancestors. The strongest among them had already reached the Dao Integration Middle Stage, an existence who could swagger unhindered throughout the entire Mengmu Great Sea Region.
This island had also been purchased by the Wind Family. Its population was quite flourishing; with a casual glance, Chen Xun estimated there were at least a hundred thousand inhabitants. They even had their own festivals, and the lineage's fortune was thriving.
In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.
Only, there was no longer any simple-minded fool here who wanted to play the part of a refined young master yet could never quite pull it off. There were only young descendants diligently cultivating in the family training grounds.
The small boat moored by the shore. Chen Xun surveyed the entire Wind Family and found it rather good.
Ever since encountering that spirit bird, he did not know why, but the urgency he had felt to return to the sect no longer seemed so pressing.
Great events had come one after another over these years, and he had hurried along the entire way. He wanted to let himself grow quiet for a while, to slow his steps by just a fraction.
Chen Xun's expression was serene as he sat at the bow, watching the buildings